Oh! I don't think I would like to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

God, bless me with luxury. Necessities I can do without.

The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true. That is the fatality of faith, and the lesson of romance.

I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.

The beautiful, passionate, ruined South, the land of magnolias and music, of roses and romance . . . living on the memory of crushing defeats

Imagination is imitative-the real innovation lies in criticism.